Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Who are you?" Ye Qingcheng listened to his strong British English and immediately realized that this man could not speak Chinese.

"You will die here..." the man said. His voice seemed to be common, without any ups and downs or emotional fluctuations.

Ye Qingcheng didn't understand what he was trying to say.

She opened her mouth. Before she could say anything, the man walked down slowly and hung the lantern on a wooden post next to her.

In the darkness, ye Qingcheng looked at the light and was scared all over.

There are some cruel instruments of torture, even a pair of human bones hanging there, and the surrounding dark light seems to be becoming strange and terrible.

Ye Qingcheng took a breath of air conditioning, but the man walked slowly towards the building.

A little footsteps came from above again. Ye Qingcheng had a lot of cold sweat. Subconsciously, he saw two men in court clothes and cloaks coming down.

The first man was wearing a dark black cloak with a small circle of rabbit velvet neckline embedded in his neck.

He walked down slowly from above and took off his cloak not far from ye Qingcheng. The attendant behind him immediately stepped forward from behind him and lit all the angel candlesticks around him.

In such a moment, the fire lit up this small space in an instant.

Master Dongfang sat comfortably in the chair in front of Ye Qingcheng.

His body seemed never to have scars, but his face was obviously pale, but there was a little smile in his eyes.

"Night, Qingcheng," he sat there, and the attendant took over his cloak. He was wearing a dark black court dress with gold embroidery on his chest.

He had an emerald trigger on his left hand.

A dark brown pipe.

"..." Ye Qingcheng's face was a little pale. Looking at master Dongfang sitting in front of her so calmly, ye Qingcheng immediately became sharp angry, but this anger only existed in the depths of his heart

Because, at the moment, she is in a weak position.

"What's the matter with Dongfang Shijin..." Ye Qingcheng's lips were shaking, and her eyes looked straight at master Dongfang.

Behind him stood four attendants in armor, all of which were golden armor + Beige cloak. They looked particularly deterrent and made people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Her heart was beating.

"You must want to see him." Dongfang master was very unreasonable this time. He took a sip of his pipe and looked at Ye Qingcheng tied to the cross with interest. "You must want to see him, didn't you?"

"What's the matter with him?" Ye Qingcheng's lips moved back and forth, staring at master Dongfang tightly. "Now tell me!"

"What do you think?"

"I don't want to go around with you!"

"As we discussed the day before yesterday... All the choices are in your hands," the Oriental master took a deep breath of his pipe, spit out a faint smoke, blurred his face, but his voice was like a wandering poisonous snake,